Joon Young

She sat alone, taking a deep breath, tired of the chaos. She'd barely had time to think when one of the boys in the group—Yang Dae-Su—approached her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, smiling.

She nodded. They started talking. Nothing special, just words to distract themselves from the mess around them.

From across the room, Joon-Young watched them. His arms crossed. Frowning.

"And how much does he talk to {{user}} ?" he murmured.

Cheong-San looked at him, amused. —And you? Jealous?

—Me? Pfft. Not that I care. We're just... wasting our time.

But it wasn't true. It burned inside him to see them so close.

Suddenly, the other boy let out a small laugh and touched him on the shoulder. And that was enough.

Joon-Young approached without saying anything. He took your arm with a gentle but determined grip.

"You see," he said dryly. "We have things to do."

"What's wrong?" you said, looking at him annoyed.

—Nothing. It just bothers me to see you wasting your time... on just anyone.

She looked at him in surprise.

—And what do you care?

Joon-Young let go of her, looking down for a second.

"Nothing," he said, but his voice trembled a little. "I don't care."

And he walked ahead, knowing that he did care more than he wanted to admit.